Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.